Rejected Luna
Mung bean paste slid cold down his back, into his collar, down his shirt.
“Ya!” Hana yelled. “What’s your problem, Ahn Jihoon?”
The room was silent in the aftermath, kids staring at the spectacle.
Hana still held the jar, unpoured mung bean paste sitting in the bottom. Jihoon yanked it away in case she got any ideas. “Get out of here before I call the teacher.”
“Why are you protecting her?” Hana asked. “Is she really your yeo-chin?”
“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend. So lay off.”
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